Moving is never easy. After 26 years, the emotional stress and logistical nightmare is, frankly, overwhelming. But, it is survivable.
We made the cross-county journey in the middle of the summer... a caravan of three vehicles: two humans and two cats in one car, two humans and two dogs in an other and two humans and essential possessions in a Pensky rental. The trip was two-days long and we all arrived in one piece – physically and emotionally.
Since settling into our rental (we are remodeling a home - a story for another day), we have slowly begun new routines. My oldest is already back in Midwest, ready for his third year in college; my youngest is two-days away from starting a new chapter in a much larger high school; my significant other is quickly establishing his career at a new university and I continue to look for a job while juggling the remodel of the house and the maintenance of the rental.
It's been a whirlwind adventure and even now, as I drive familiar roads for every-day errands, I still can't wrap my head around the fact that we are actually living here. And, that's not necessarily a bad thing.
In fact, it's a good thing. When I say we are settling in, it has not been without the incredible support of family, friends, new school and soccer mates and colleagues. At every encounter, we have been met with open arms, smiles, excitement and encouragement. We are welcome here. And we, in turn, feel welcome here. In fact, we feel like we're home.
And, we are.
